Our daily miracles

The contradictory words

bring the edge i hope

that brings the invisible calls

from darkened silhouettes

in hollow rooms

with voices as smooth

as Solomon's weary advisors

in more hollow rooms

those far brought windows

let us watch our infinite creations

of ease, of peace, of nothing

We're as close to Death as we ever were

we're as lost, if not more, that we ever were

Yet we're still here

gorging ourselves on misery,

miracles of the day

let's worship the minute

and savor the day on our tongues

The End

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